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Authors: Luke Ashton
Tags: Science-Fiction, Literature & Fiction, Horror, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Genre Fiction, post apocalyptic
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Jim with a laugh. Dan was looking between the two of them. Obviously missing something. Jim realised he’d not seen the sexual deviant side of Paula as he was stood outside for the whole thing. He thought it best it stayed that way.
“It’s comfortable, I can run in it and I have pockets.” She pulled one of the zips to show him.
“It’s good. Have you found any weapons yet?” She pointed to the sofa where the towel rail was. Next to it was the 12” glass dildo from the bath and a large bottle of vodka. Jim smirked at the dildo. It was a good idea.
“What’s the vodka for?” He asked.
“I thought we could make one of those firebomb thingies.” She said looking a bit embarrassed.
“Good idea but it’s no good. It would take too long to take one down as you have to either destroy the brain or chop off its head to stop It. Using Molotov cocktails would just mean you then had a pissed off flaming zombie coming at you.”
“Oh…Right. Sorry.” She looked at the floor. She obviously thought she’d done really well with the vodka.
“We can take it with us anyway though. It will be good to sterilize any wounds.” He was trying to make her feel better about it. It worked. She perked up instantly and beamed at him like a kid earning a gold star. “Dan, do the same with the car would you buddy?” Dan disappeared back outside to move the car and Jim heard another “Stop” from outside. Jim bounded to the door and looked over at Dan. He was just outside the gate staring down the street. There was someone limping down the street. He checked them out in the scope. They were human. They had what looked like a sniper rifle in one hand and were holding their leg with the other. They spotted Dan and sped up.
“Help. Please!” he called down the street. Jim ran out and stood in front of Dan, weapon up.
“No wait. I’m not one of those things. Please don’t shoot.” He kept moving forward he had just passed Dan’s Mini now.
“Stop there.” Jim called. His voice full of authority. The figure stopped. “Put the weapon down and step forward.” He continued. The figure complied and began to limp over to them. Now they were closer Jim could see it was a boy of maybe 17, 18. He was wearing a black tracksuit and a red cap that he’d bent in to look cool. He had blood seeping between his fingers as he walked.
“Oh shit man. I woke up and Dad was like banging on my door like he was on summit. When I opened it he went schizo on me, trying to bite me and shit. I kicked him out and like slammed the door. Grabbed my air rifle and jumped out my window. Mum was in the garden and she like jumped on me when I fell, I managed to like beat her off and shit but she took a chunk out of my leg.”
“You’ve been bitten?” asked Jim taking a step back.
“Yeah but I ain’t too bad man. I got worse cuts fighting with the nigga’s init.” Jim raised his weapon again.
“Wow bruv. I ain’t racist or nothing. Honest I’m not.”
“If you’ve been bitten you will turn. Once you turn you will come at us. You need to die.” Jim explained calmly. He aimed for the boys head. The boy turned and ran for his own weapon but Jim had already squeezed the trigger. The boy hit the floor hard and Jim stepped forward. His weapon still raised. He had hit the boy in the neck and could hear small gurgling noises coming from the body as he tried to breath. He put another round into the head and the gurgling stopped. He walked over to the air rifle and picked it up, he checked the boys pocket and found another 30 metal pellets for it.
“Well that solves the problem of Paula’s ranged weapon doesn’t it?” He said to Dan, trying to lighten the mood. They walked back to the house in silence. Paula was stood at the door looking horrified.
“What was that all about? He wasn’t one of them?” Paula exclaimed looking close to tears.
“Ok, both of you, come, sit.” Jim motioned to the 2 couches and they both obeyed. “In
“It’s comfortable, I can run in it and I have pockets.” She pulled one of the zips to show him.
“It’s good. Have you found any weapons yet?” She pointed to the sofa where the towel rail was. Next to it was the 12” glass dildo from the bath and a large bottle of vodka. Jim smirked at the dildo. It was a good idea.
“What’s the vodka for?” He asked.
“I thought we could make one of those firebomb thingies.” She said looking a bit embarrassed.
“Good idea but it’s no good. It would take too long to take one down as you have to either destroy the brain or chop off its head to stop It. Using Molotov cocktails would just mean you then had a pissed off flaming zombie coming at you.”
“Oh…Right. Sorry.” She looked at the floor. She obviously thought she’d done really well with the vodka.
“We can take it with us anyway though. It will be good to sterilize any wounds.” He was trying to make her feel better about it. It worked. She perked up instantly and beamed at him like a kid earning a gold star. “Dan, do the same with the car would you buddy?” Dan disappeared back outside to move the car and Jim heard another “Stop” from outside. Jim bounded to the door and looked over at Dan. He was just outside the gate staring down the street. There was someone limping down the street. He checked them out in the scope. They were human. They had what looked like a sniper rifle in one hand and were holding their leg with the other. They spotted Dan and sped up.
“Help. Please!” he called down the street. Jim ran out and stood in front of Dan, weapon up.
“No wait. I’m not one of those things. Please don’t shoot.” He kept moving forward he had just passed Dan’s Mini now.
“Stop there.” Jim called. His voice full of authority. The figure stopped. “Put the weapon down and step forward.” He continued. The figure complied and began to limp over to them. Now they were closer Jim could see it was a boy of maybe 17, 18. He was wearing a black tracksuit and a red cap that he’d bent in to look cool. He had blood seeping between his fingers as he walked.
“Oh shit man. I woke up and Dad was like banging on my door like he was on summit. When I opened it he went schizo on me, trying to bite me and shit. I kicked him out and like slammed the door. Grabbed my air rifle and jumped out my window. Mum was in the garden and she like jumped on me when I fell, I managed to like beat her off and shit but she took a chunk out of my leg.”
“You’ve been bitten?” asked Jim taking a step back.
“Yeah but I ain’t too bad man. I got worse cuts fighting with the nigga’s init.” Jim raised his weapon again.
“Wow bruv. I ain’t racist or nothing. Honest I’m not.”
“If you’ve been bitten you will turn. Once you turn you will come at us. You need to die.” Jim explained calmly. He aimed for the boys head. The boy turned and ran for his own weapon but Jim had already squeezed the trigger. The boy hit the floor hard and Jim stepped forward. His weapon still raised. He had hit the boy in the neck and could hear small gurgling noises coming from the body as he tried to breath. He put another round into the head and the gurgling stopped. He walked over to the air rifle and picked it up, he checked the boys pocket and found another 30 metal pellets for it.
“Well that solves the problem of Paula’s ranged weapon doesn’t it?” He said to Dan, trying to lighten the mood. They walked back to the house in silence. Paula was stood at the door looking horrified.
“What was that all about? He wasn’t one of them?” Paula exclaimed looking close to tears.
“Ok, both of you, come, sit.” Jim motioned to the 2 couches and they both obeyed. “In
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